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Previously onStar Trek: Strange New Worlds...

When we seek out the unknown,

we will find things that challenge us.

I want to help, but it would appear

all that I'm doing is making it worse.

- I just need some personal time. - You brought me home.

That's what happened on Rigel VII.

What is that?

It's the Gorn.

It is not safe to leave the ship.

It isn't safe inside the ship.

We are prey.

We do not give in to fear.

No!

Captain's Log, stardate 2344.2.

TheCayuga is just outside Federation space,

in orbit of the colony planet of Parnassus Beta.

Their founders designed it on the small town model.

Made to look like the old Midwestern United States.

We've been tasked with assisting the colonists,

who are dealing with challenges on several fronts.

We're helping to stabilize their agricultural crop,

as well as providing necessary vaccinations.

Okay. You ready?

Three, two, one.

Done.

It's the last one.

Should all be up-to-date on their inoculations.

Thanks again for your help.

Yeah, I'm just grateful for the ride.

Dr. Korby doesn't mind you arriving a little early?

Eh, I mean, it's space.

Does anyone ever get there when they say they will?

Fair point.

If you don't need me anymore,

I'm gonna go back to the ship.

Just got a lot to do before we head out tomorrow.

Don't let me stop you. Thanks again, Christine.

Chapel to Caguyga, one to beam up.

Energize.

Hello there, Captain.

To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?

Do I need a reason to call?

I thought we were past that.

Yes, but I'm a very busy woman.

I can't just pick up every subspace call that comes my way.

Fair enough. Next time, I'll book an appointment

through your yeoman.

I would appreciate that.

How are you holding up?

I mean, I'm not bursting into song

every ten minutes, so that's a minor victory.

- Very minor. - And how are the esteemed residents of Parnassus Beta?

It's a little complicated down here.

Federation membership can protect them,

but they also see it

as potentially putting a target on their heads.

So it's tricky.

- Have you tried... - Chris.

I do this for a living, you know.

I know.

I just... miss you.

Wow.

Note the date and time.

Was that so hard to say?

Not so hard.

Doug.

We having issues with comms? Mine just went out.

Let me check with Cayuga.

Appel to Bridge. Do you read?

Is that one of ours?

Get Cayugaon comms, now.

Ensign?

My God.

- Captain. - Play it, Nyota.

To any Federation vessels in range...

emergency transmission...

Captain Batel, Cayuga... need help...

immediate evacuation... under attack... Gorn...

Repeat, under attack by the Gorn.

Ortegas, make for Parnassus Beta.

Everything she's got.

Nyota, get me Admiral April on a secure line.

The Federation is at a dangeros point in our relationship

with the Gorn Hegemony.

I know they've been massing on the border for some time.

Right now, whatever this is,

it's technically happening outside the Federation.

This incident could spark a war between us and Gorn.

Starfleet would like to avoid that.

At what cost?

- The Gorn attacked us. - They didn't attack us.

They attacked a colony outside of our jurisdiction,

and we need to know why.

I think it's safe to say that we don't understand the Gorn.

Well, I've seen them up close and personal,

and they're not hard to understand, Bob.

They're monsters.

"Monster" is a word to describe

those who don't understand us.

Sometimes a monster is just a monster.

I need your utmost caution here, Captain.

Reconnaissance only, we can't risk

further aggravating the situation.

Chris, I know you and Marie are close.

I just want to make sure

it's not gonna color your judgment.

Coming out of warp, sir.

It won't.

Pike out.

Yellow alert.

Bring us around to the far side of the moon slowly, Erica.

Aye, Captain.

Space.

The final frontier.

These are the voyages of the starshipEnterprise.

Its five-year mission:

to explore strange new worlds,

to seek out new life

and new civilizations,

to boldly go where no one has gone before.

No assumptions here.

Spock, scan for life signs and escape pods.

We don't know what happened to that crew.

My scans are not functioning.

Communications, too.

- Transporter is down as well. - What's going on?

I detect a counterfrequency emanating from the planet.

It appears to be negating all scans, communications,

- and transporter signals between here and there. - Any idea what's causing it?

I believe the Gorn might have an interference field,

a weapon to deploy during invasions.

Renders their enemies blind, unable to communicate or move.

So there's no way to beam anyone off that ship, or the planet?

That is correct, Captain.

Then we need to think harder.

When I last spoke with Captain Batel, she was on the surface,

which means she's probably still there.

- Along with a lot of her crew as well. - Remember your training.

Starfleet protocols would have any survivors of Cayuga

trying to figure out a way to reach anyone who can listen.

Uh, comms are down, but we still have line of sight.

She's right.

Survivors could use that to send us signals...

Fires, lights, smoke.

Start observations.

If there's anyone alive down there, I want to know it.

Incoming warp signature detected,

- in orbit of Parnassus Beta. - Red alert.

Do we have visuals?

Yes, Captain.

I believe it is a Gorn hunter ship.

La'An, prepare phasers but hold your fire.

Phasers locked and holding, sir.

Captain,

I'm receiving a secure communication

from outside the interference field.

- It's from Starfleet. - What does it say?

They've received a message from the Gorn, sir.

A message? Saying what?

- It's an image. - Put it on screen.

Stand by.

It looks like a demarcation line.

With Parnassus Beta and all their forces

on the far side of the line.

Starfleet has ordered us

to maintain our side of the line.

Command crew, ready room, now.

On Starfleet's orders, we are holding to our side of the line.

And the Gorn, so far, are holding to theirs.

Unfortunately, that is where I believe

our people are being held.

I don't plan on leaving them behind.

You want to cross the line?

Which is why I'm not ordering any of you to join this mission.

I'll take volunteers, but I'll go alone if I have to.

I will go.

I want to do what I can to help save Captain Batel,

and Nurse Chapel, who I hope made it to the surface as well.

I certainly feel the same way.

Not to speak for the crew, but I believe we all do.

Thank you, Number One, Mr. Spock, Ensign Uhura.

But I was thinking we might need the three of you

along with your particular skill sets here

to keep us out of war with the Gorn.

If you're taking volunteers,

I'd like to sign up.

Last time I saw the Gorn, I was scared out of my wits.

But I'd appreciate another chance

to study them up close.

With a phaser?

How else would we determine how best to kill them?

I would like to aid in that study.

I'd like them dead as much,

if not more, than the rest of you.

But that's not enough.

We don't know what we're walking into down there.

Phasers might not be enough.

I have something that might help.

Pike to transporter, Chief Jay,

is in-ship transport still functional?

Yes, sir.

Could you transport crate 32

directly to ready room, please?

Authorization Pike epsilon C-6.

Acknowledged, Captain. Transporting.

Ever since the Gorn started massing

on the edge of Federation space,

Starfleet's been working on weapons to counter them.

Now all our ships carry these, in case.

"Gorn Protocols. To be distributed upon an encounter

with the hostile species."

"Break in case of Gorn"?

"Phaser harmonics adjustments.

"To better counter their defenses.

- Scanner re-calibrations." - Last time,

- our tricorders couldn't detect Gorn at all. - Now they do.

Nitrogen grenades?

Renders anything in a ten-meter range frozen.

Deadly for a cold-blooded lizard.

Deadly for anyone.

These are supercool toys and all,

but how exactly are we supposed to even

get to the surface to use them?

There is a hunter ship just waiting to blow up

anything that crosses the demarcation line.

I don't know, Erica.

Maybe all we need is to plot the right course.

I've tried several routes

using the gravity of the moon as a slingshot,

and several others utilizing a geosynchronous orbit

to take us off the same plane as the Gorn hunter,

but there is no way to get us to the surface

without coming into sensor range of the ship.

If we cross the demarcation line,

the Gorn are gonna know about it.

Hmm.

- What's this stuff here? - Debris from the Cayuga.

I mean, they're not shooting at that,

'cause they already did.

- Are you suggesting... - Maybe the best way across is right in front of us.

That's brilliant.

Make ourselves look like a piece of space debris.

The Gorn might just let us pass through.

Don't know if I love the word "might" there.

Admittedly, we could use your expertise.

This is a pretty tricky course we're talking about.

You want me to pilot the shuttle?

Come on, Erica.

Haven't you been bugging me for months

about joining a landing party?

Yes, I have.

Why have I been doing that?

Matched and maintaining debris velocity.

Current trajectory passes the hunter ship,

in the fourth Lagrange point, in 30 seconds.

Entering Gorn scanner range.

We should look as dead as whatever's left of the Cayuga.

Sorry, sir.

I didn't... I didn't mean to be...

No. My nerves are on edge as well.

I'd prefer we didn't get this close,

if we had any other choice.

They do not appear to notice the shuttle.

Because they look like space garbage.

Old zombie movie trick.

Zombie movie?

Yeah, dress up like you're dead

so the zombies don't notice you.

You've never seen one?

A zombie, no. A movie, yes.

But I will add some to my research.

Shuttle appears to be entering the atmosphere.

They're out of range.

And on their own.

You gonna start the engines sometime soon, Erica?

You gonna back-seat drive me, sir?

I'm waiting until we're under 1,500 meters,

to stay below their scans.

- Whoa. - Don't worry.

I did this a hundred times during the war.

I thought you were a test pilot?

I was.

Come on, it's like...

- it's like riding a bike. - Yeah.

At the speed of light.

You were born for this, Erica.

Still trying to scan for life signs?

I theorized I might be able to find a frequency gap

through the interference field,

but I have not managed to discover one yet.

Spock, I don't think anyone's alive over there.

Spectrometric analysis suggests there are still

pockets of oxygen on board.

It is possible someone could have survived.

I would never tell you not to hope.

I want Chapel to be alive, too.

Things did not end well between us.

We were in a fight.

All things that seem trivial in the face of death.

I wish to apologize to her.

Spock, what happened is not your fault.

The Cayugarotates once every two hours.

Sickbay should be visible shortly.

We can try a targeted scan.

Perhaps then we'll see further proof of life.

Computer, magnify Cayuga'ssaucer.

Sickbay is...

gone.

Any idea what that is?

It doesn't look native.

It's Gorn.

There was something similar on the breeding planet.

My brother Manu always thought

it was a beacon to trap passers-by.

Let's move up.

I'm guessing that might be the source

of the interference field.

Good guess.

It's blocking any signals from surface to orbit.

So they drop that,

and no one on the ground can call for help.

You reading any bogeys nearby?

Negative.

Looks like they fought back.

I think they made a stand in some of the buildings.

And they lost.

There's 5,000 people here.

Bound to be survivors.

- I wouldn't bet on it. - You made it out.

Sir, I'm reading a bogey. Nine o'clock.

Yep, I've got it, too. Solo.

- Size suggests a Gorn youngling. - Copy.

Take cover.

The new phaser settings work.

Why a youngling?

I mean, why set up this elaborate tower

and then send babies out to face us?

They spread their eggs to soften up a planet for conquering.

That tower, that's just them locking the door.

It looked hungry.

If that's true?

There's no food left.

People could still be alive.

Just hiding.

Look around.

Uh, guys, we need to move.

-We have got bogeys... plural... incoming. -How many?

- Dozens. - That's a lot of bogeys.

Barber shop, now.

Lights off.

Uh, Commander Pelia?

I could use your help.

Yeah, well, I'm listening, but I still need to finish

recalibrating the deflector shield power conduits.

Right. We might need those.

Um, I've been trying to get to the bottom of

how the Gorn are managing to block communications.

What did you discover?

- That I need an engineer's help. - Oh, please.

I have this crazy theory.

Huh.

Oh, well, it's-it's not that crazy.

- I just thought you might be... - Yes, w-well, don't sugarcoat it.

I love a crazy theory.

It doesn't make sense.

They shouldn't be gathering like that, the younglings.

They should be fighting for dominance,

not working together.

If you don't understand them,

it means there's something about the Gorn

we've yet to discover.

Maybe instead of finding a way to fight them,

we-we...

find some way to...

reach them, or...

Ever the optimist.

Sometimes...

hope is a choice.

Yeah, you've told me that one before.

Maybe I'm just saying it 'cause I need to hear it.

I...

It's why we're here, on this planet.

Captain Batel is tough, sir.

I mean, if she can handle you,

the Gorn should be a piece of cake.

Looks like the Gorn have moved on.

Sam, you reading anything?

Yeah. I've been picking up an anomalous signal

- coming from down the street. - Gorn?

No. Human.

Whoever they are,

they aren't being careful enough.

- No one? - They can't have gone far. Sam?

The signal's been coming from this.

You're not Gorn.

Obviously.

You shouldn't have walked into my Gorn trap, then.

We detected humans in here.

We were trying to rescue them.

Yeah, the humans you detected is

that wee box right there.

Programmed to send out auditory

and pheromonal life signs at regular intervals.

Not to mention heat signatures.

Fools those dumb lizards and, uh, most scanners.

Yeah.

So, you're just gonna leave us in here?

Oh, sorry.

Where are my manners, eh?

Montgomery Scott at your service.

Lieutenant, junior grade.

Captain Pike of the USS Enterprise.

This is Lieutenant Noonien-Singh, Dr. M'Benga,

Lieutenant Ortegas and Lieutenant Kirk.

That's a lot of lieutenants.

There'll be a quiz.

Lieutenant Scott.

I don't recognize you from the Cayuga'sroster.

I'm not from the Cayuga.

Uh, I'm-I'm from the Stardiver.

Or at least I was.

- The solar research vessel? - Aye.

We were monitoring solar flare activity,

one system over when the Gorn caught us by surprise.

- They attacked you? - They overwhelmed us.

The ship's gone, I'm afraid.

Uh, whole crew.

How did you escape?

In a shuttle.

You ran from the Gorn in a shuttle?

How are you not dead?

Firstly, I-I jury-rigged the engines

to increase their capacity.

And secondly, I...

Well, I figured out how to hide in plain sight.

Sounds resourceful.

And mysterious.

When an armada of human-eating lizards come my way,

I can get quite, uh, creative.

Mr. Scott,

do you know if any of the crew from Cayugamade it?

Chris.

You found us.

- They couldn't stop me from coming. - You idiot.

Okay, not the welcome I was expecting.

- Why are you here? - Isn't that obvious?

Coming for me... for us... was...

It was a crazy idea.

I would never want you to endanger yourselves.

Well, a little late for that, and not your call.

- Goddamn it, Chris. - Hey. Don't blame me.

If you didn't want me showing up unexpectedly,

you shouldn't have hung up on me,

so there.

You were safe.

Now you're...

you're here.

Yeah, I'm here. And Enterpriseis in orbit.

- We can get you out of here. - Transporters don't work.

- Lucky me, I have a shuttle. - We can't all fit in a shuttle.

- We can get some people out. - It's not enough.

Besides, the second you try, they'll shoot you down.

- What about Mr. Scott, the engineer? - What about him?

He said he ran from the Gorn in a shuttle.

The Stardiverwas stationed one system over.

The-the Shangdi system.

It's a red supergiant.

- Really spectacular specimen. - Okay, okay.

- But where do the Gorn come into it? - I'm getting there.

Um, Shangdi released

a truly dramatic series of CMEs.

- What's a CME? - Coronal Mass Ejection.

Like a solar flare but a lot more violent.

They're not common, at least, not like the series we saw.

Really amazing.

Like, blast after blast,

firing off into the solar system.

And all of a sudden, there they were,

like a swarm... The Gorn.

But you didn't detect them before?

Starfleet would've warned them first.

Something about the flares brought 'em out.

With locusts, environmental factors

can trigger a swarming instinct, causing them to consume.

What if it's the same with the Gorn?

CMEs, in certain sequences, set off a consumption cycle?

Are you suggesting they invaded because of...

- sunspots? - You showed us

how they communicate ship-to-ship through light.

What if they evolved with some deep,

ingrained sensitivity to it?

If that's true, it's critical intel.

If they react instinctively to solar activity,

we might be able to use that against them.

All the more reason to find a way off this planet.

You said earlier you figured out a way to hide in plain sight.

With the Gorn, best I can explain,

I-I did a quick assessment of their scanning tech,

and I saw how they recognized each other.

It's similar to our transponders,

and, well, I-I built one.

Um, pretty quick.

You built a Gorn transponder?

Using equipment from our solar array.

Uh, basically, to a scanner,

the shuttle looked like a Gorn ship.

If they couldn't recognize you, how did you not get away?

Well, I took damage.

Uh, by the time I was hidden,

I was leaking antimatter.

This was the closest planet I could set down on,

and it happened to be right where they were headed.

Could you build another device like the one you made?

Not unless you have a Hubble K7C Stellar Assessment Array

I can cannibalize.

Could you use some help, Doc?

Always.

Grab a dermal regenerator.

Thought you were off planning the next stage of the fight.

Leaving that to the captains.

Did you ask about Christine?

She beamed back to the Cayuga.

Gonna be honest.

That is not great news.

No.

It isn't.

But if Christine were here,

she'd tell us to pick up the pace.

"These people can't treat themselves."

That's a pretty good Christine.

She does a better me.

Two warp signatures incoming.

Gorn hunters?

Yes.

They are holding to their side of the demarcation line for now.

Can't make this red alert any redder, Mr. Spock.

Commander? Can we talk to you and Lieutenant Spock, please?

You've determined the source of the interference field?

Not exactly.

We've determined the location from which the field emanates.

Short version: by adjusting our output,

we triangulated the point of origin of the countersignals.

Now, we don't have any photos,

because it's on the far side of the planet.

But we do know it's not native.

There's no structure indicated

on any colony maps in that location.

I'm betting it's some kind of machine the Gorn brought.

If we can destroy it,

we can resume comms and transporter signals.

Only problem I can see, is there's no way for us

to use weapons on it without getting into a larger war.

We can't fire weapons,

but we already know

that the Gorn don't respond to space debris.

So, all we have to do is find a way to get a piece of debris,

large enough to survive reentry, to crash into that structure.

The saucer section of the Cayuga.

- Mm-hmm. - My goodness.

If you had answered like that in my class,

I would've given you an A-plus.

With the right calculations

and a few well-placed retro rockets,

we can make it appear that

Cayuga'sorbit is decaying naturally.

Just more space junk, burning up in the atmosphere.

While it is descending to the surface,

we can make a few last-minute attitude adjustments

so that it will crash exactly where we want it to.

And by the time the Gorn realize what's happened,

- it'll be too late. - We can beam our people up and get the hell out of here.

Placing those rockets is a near impossible task.

No human can do this.

I, however, can.

- Spock. - The commander and the ensign are right.

If we want to rescue our people on the surface,

this is our best chance.

I know losing Christine is hard, but...

Yes, I am upset.

But I have not given in to grief yet.

Logic dictates we do not know Chapel's or Batel's fate.

And until we do, the best chance

we have to save them is if Enterprisetakes out

the Gorn's interference field.

Further, I am the only member of the crew

who can pull this off.

If it is to succeed, it must be me.

Where do you think you're going?

Oh, let me guess.

You're gonna try to rescue all of us, somehow.

I was going to find Mr. Scott's shuttle.

If I could retrieve his device, it might allow us

to take off without the Gorn seeing us.

And then what? We can't all fit onto the shuttle.

One problem at a time.

If I can rescue anyone, it's a start.

Well, you're not doing this alone.

Don't try that stare. It's not gonna change a thing.

I can see that.

I'd be happy for the company.

You're never gonna be able to retrieve the device

without my help.

It's kind of... it's kind of fused in there.

I didn't mean to eavesdrop.

Wasn't my fault you decided to have a secret conversation

right in front of my sleeping spot.

You want to come, too?

Truth is, I'm terrified, but, um...

I owe it to the crew of the Stardiver.

Thank you, Mr. Scott.

If we take the back way,

stay off the main street,

we might even be able to avoid the Gorn.

Oh, in case we don't.

Warning. Oxygen will soon reach critical levels.

Warning. Oxygen will soon reach critical levels.

Warning. Oxygen will soon reach critical levels.

Warning. Oxygen will soon reach critical levels.

Warning. Oxygen will soon reach critical levels.

Warning. Oxygen will soon reach critical levels.

Warning. Oxygen will soon reach critical levels.

Power low. Life support failin.

Power restored.

Life support will remain functional for one hour.

An hour. Okay.

Yeah, we can work with that.

Spock has successfully placed the first rocket.

He's moving into second position.

Spock? Spock. Spock.

Spock! Spock!

Ah, there it is.

Yeah, the fused part is on the side right there.

Captain Pike, if you can help,

we might be able to pry it off.

Captain Batel, I think I left an ion welder

over there, if you see it.

Please input command code.

Spock?

Please input command code.

Command code invalid.

Command code invalid.

Command code invalid.

Command code invalid.

Command code invalid.

Marie.

Shh.

- What the hell just happened? - We got lucky.

You're telling me that

that thing just chose not to attack?

Let's not waste time questioning it.

Mr. Scott?

Uh...

I might need to break the quadrocoupler.

I can probably...

borrow another from the shield array.

If I didn't use it already.

The saucer is moving.

Marie, talk to me.

Why did that Gorn run away?

I don't know, Chris.

Hey.

I came all the way here to find you.

Trust me with the truth.

It happened yesterday.

The eggs mature in about a day and a half.

I can't go with you, you know that.

- You know what'll happen. - You can't make this decision.

I won't endanger your crew or the survivors.

It's what Hemmer did, Chris.

- Hemmer... - He understood.

He was brave, but he didn't give us a choice.

Here's my choice.

We free the device, install it in your shuttle,

I fly it into the Gorn tower, destroy it,

and you and the rest of the survivors beam to Enterprise.

There's got to be a way to save you.

You have to let us at least try.

Marie...

I don't mean to interrupt,

but you both better grab onto something.

The field is gone!

Transporters and comms are back on line!

Spock to transporter, two to beam aboard

- as soon as possible. - Two?

Acknowledged and relayed, Lieutenant.

Number One to Pike, do you read?

Boy, am I glad

to hear your voice, Number One.

No time to waste, Chris.

I don't know how much time we have

before the Gorn react.

I need you to track the colonists

and beam them up.

They're in a building two klics

south-by-southwest.

What about you?

Three to beam up directly to sickbay.

We'll need a med team

and have Pelia meet us there, too.

Acknowledged.

Welcome back, both of you.

Hate to do this to you, Nurse Chapel,

but we need you in sickbay ASAP, and, Mr. Spock,

we could use your help on the bridge

- right about now. - Copy that.

Understood, Commander.

Christine.

- I'm sorry. - Don't. Save it.

There'll be time later.

Christine?

You have no idea how happy I am to see you.

Same here. What's happening?

Captain Batel is in need of immediate sedation.

We'll also need a stasis field.

Christine, if there's one sign we can't stop it,

I need you to take me out.

I'm not giving up on her.

I have no intention of doing that.

Oh, uh, Commander Pelia, this is Lieutenant Scott.

He needs your help.

Hello, Scotty.

- Professor. - You two know each other?

One of my best students,

who sadly received some of my worst grades.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

The hell is this supposed to be?

Something that could help us hide from the Gorn.

- Oh. - If we can fix it.

Captain on the bridge.

Wish it were better circumstances.

Just in time for more bad news.

A Gorn destroyer arrived in orbit.

We're facing four ships.

Long-range scans have revealed more Gorn ships

in the vicinity, arriving in minutes.

Evasive maneuvers.

Uhura, I need to get a priority message

to Starfleet. We've learned some critical intel

about the Gorn that they need to know.

Aye, Captain, I'll open a channel.

Number One, I need to buy time

to transport La'An, Ortegas, Kirk, M'Benga,

and all the colonists off the planet.

Captain, the transporter is not currently picking up

anyone on the surface.

- What? - There's been no evacuation of any kind.

We have been scanning since you first called.

We read no human life signs on Parnassus Beta.

That's impossible, there are hundreds of them. Check again.

I'm reading residual transport signatures

from the center of the town, non-Starfleet.

- What are you saying? - The colonists and the landing party

appear to have been beamed up...

by the Gorn.

Priority message from Starfleet.

Admiral April is ordering our immediate withdrawal.

Sir, do I respond?

But the Gorn still have our people.

Captain?

Captain?

Orders, Captain?

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